"This [Condensing Mo Yi Qi Art] is the Condensing Mo into the Tao. Zhang Xuan, you can take it."

Zhou Fang and Zhang Xuan, who were standing in front of Zhong Yue, suddenly shrank.

It is actually the ink technique that condenses ink into the Tao!

"Sir, this... I can't accept it, it's too expensive."

Even the Thirteen Bridges of Bian River, even the most profound painting building and study, does not have such precious classics. This ink technique that condenses ink into the Tao will only appear in some large sects.

"Please, since I took it out, I will not take it back." Zhong Yue originally wanted to recycle the [Concrete Mo Yi Qi Jue] to the mall, because this Ink Jue is not applicable to him, but the expansion mall does not support recycling, so Zhong Yue had to take it out and give it to these two little apprentices at a discount.

Zhang Xuan took Mo Jue with a hot look in her eyes.

Zhong Yue's eyes swept over Zhou Fang, who was also envious on the side, and said, "Zhonglang, when did you understand why you paint? After you have strengthened your mind, learn this method. Remember, don't be too eager for quick success and instant benefits. I will leave here. In the future, you will have to break your own path."

Zhong Yue did not intend to take them to the Sihai Banquet, because even he himself was still talking about Wei Ningmo. If this "restrained family and family" encounters any crisis, he will have to take care of others and is powerless. Instead of doing so, it is better to part ways.

The two knelt down and bowed to Zhong Yue, "Mr. I will never forget my grace for recreation."

"All up. You two will support each other in the future. Don't forget your righteousness because of profit. If I know that I have done all the bad things in the future, then I will be far away from the world, so I will clean up the door!"

"Yes, sir."

"I must be united in one's heart and one's virtue, and strive to condense the ink into the Tao as soon as possible."

The painters who had received the white silk in the mansion garden came out one after another.

Zhong Yue looked up and said, "Let's go, I will take you to see the beauty for the last time. You have to see it yourself in the future."

“…”

The sadness of parting was originally a bit sad, but instantly, because of the beauty's welfare, it became less intense.

...

...

Not long after, the sound of rushing cars suddenly came from the sky.

Everyone looked up and saw a few male lions leading a chariot in the sky and slowly landing towards Qinghui.

"It's so cool. If I ask me to draw it in the future, I have to draw a few big dragons for myself and sit there."

Zhong Yue inherited the inheritance of Dragon Saint. Although Zhong Yue does not have the ability to finish the mark, the seed will eventually sprout and grow into a towering tree.

"The Sun-Chasing the Sky Chariot." Xue Yuan murmured.

Zhong Yue stood beside Xue Yuan, "Are you still moving, everyone, Yao?"

Xue Yuan was embarrassed to see Zhong Yue now and said, "Yao no one welcomes Yungong's envoy every year."

"It's so weird..."

"Yun Palace Deacon Zhang Jingyao, come to welcome guests from all over the world."

Zhong Yue murmured: "This person speaks quite kindly, unlike those two fools at the time, who are playing with the heavenly girl scattering flowers in the sky like an idiot."

Xue Yuan looked speechless and said, "Do you know who the person above the Caifeng was before? There are nine phoenixes in Yun Palace, which are the mounts given to the beloved disciples by the palace master. The person above the Caifeng has an outstanding position in Yun Palace, so naturally he will not come down to get close to us."

"oh."

Xue Yuan bit her silver teeth slightly, looked at Zhong Yue like this, and said, "Although you are amazing, don't think that Yun Palace is like the Thirteen Bridge of Qinghui, and you can let you do whatever you want."

"I don't do anything arbitrary, you are still in the small dark room."

Xue Yuan was speechless and her face turned red in an instant, "I'm doing it for your own good."

"Thank you then."

Xue Yuan really wants to hit someone, but Zhong Yue is always like a sponge. Even if he continues to fight, he feels that he is not able to catch it.

The painters who received the white silk walked over slowly and checked their identities with Deacon Zhang, Yungong. Some people failed to receive invitations from other painting camps, and greeted and said goodbye to sisters with good relationships on weekdays.

Xue Yuan and Xue Hongqiong did not have such sadness because they both had to rush to the Sihai Banquet. Especially Xue Hongqiong, who had only been in the Huazhai for two years, was the most smooth sailing. Although there was only white silk, if you were able to join the Sihai Banquet and join the Yungong, you are already the best among the young talents in Zhongzhou.

"Thank you, Consultant Zhong for your support."

"Pick up shoes? I haven't brought you shoes. Was it the time when your foot was injured? I don't remember."

Xue Hongqiong's face turned red, and with a slight bow, she walked forward.

Zhong Yue didn't want her to feel that she owed her anything.

"No clock?"

"Yes." Zhong Yue handed the golden silk to Zhang Jingyao.

The woman's beautiful eyes blinked slightly and murmured: "This is the first time I have seen a person who has not yet entered the Tao, who can sit in the throne of the word "Tianzi."

"Then you see it now." Zhong Yue put the gold silk handed back into his chest.

The chariot slowly rose, and the embroidered lions walked away, dragging the chariot gradually as they gradually rose. Zhong Yue looked at the mansion garden, Qinghui Painting Tower, and then the Bian River. The slowly shrinking scenery flew towards the distance with the welcome and seeing the rest of Qinghui. It has to be said that the days in Qinghui were the warmest and most comfortable days he had experienced in Daqian. However, life cannot be just about leisure and comfort, otherwise he would not have walked out of Xiaohe Mountain at the beginning.

To return to the hometown where there are still people waiting for him, Zhong Yue can only keep moving forward!

But Yao Ningzhi has not appeared for a long time, and there is something that always makes Zhong Yue feel sick. That day he was drowsy and his whole body was sore. What happened?

Also, Gou Laoqi's talisman and his 100 taels of gold were embezzled by everyone in Yao?

Everything seems to be waiting for the Sihai Banquet to come back if I have time to consult again.

...

...

Qinghui 2nd Floor

"He's gone?"

It is completely contrary to the hoarse voice before. This time it is no longer even a slight hoarse voice, it is completely the gentle and delicate, like a clear spring. This is... Yao Ningzhi's original voice?

Aunt Lao Fu looked at Yao Ningzhi's more shiny and shiny baby's skin through the bronze mirror, and was a little surprised, but she still returned to the question: "Yes."

"This is a heartless person."

Aunt Lao Fu: "..."

She walked over, opened the small box, and said, "The days when the master of Zhai was in seclusion, Zhong Buqi earned silver, totaling 1,800 taels."

"Well, you can buy some things."

"yes."

Yao Ningzhi stood up and looked back, looking in a charming and charming manner, much more beautiful than before.

Aunt Fu's pupils shrank, "Master Zhai, are you... you... recovered?"

"Um."

Aunt Lao Fu quickly knelt down and said, "Congratulations to the master of Zhai, congratulations to the master of Zhai!"

"Get up. Come with me to go to the Four Bridges."

"You are..."

Yao Ningzhi's eyes were cold and said, "I think Qinghui is a woman who is easy to bully? Since he said that Twelve Bridges are better, then there are only Twelve Bridges left."

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Chapter completed!